Chapter 616: Plastic Surgeries

The security guard had a troubled expression on his face as he hesitantly reported, "Miss Walsh, Mr. Zamora has signed a housing agreement with us for half a month. If we were to evict him now, it would be a violation of the rules."

According to the contract, they would have to compensate Eddie double the amount of rent. It's important to note that he had booked a luxury suite, which cost a five-figure amount per night. The compensation would sum up to approximately three hundred thousand dollars.

Miss Walsh finally regained her composure. With her hands crossed over her chest, she tilted her head and pondered, "Hmm? Is that so?"

"Well, forget it," she said.

"I forgot that this is my own hotel."

Amelia's business principle was never to incur losses, not even a penny. She wouldn't allow it, no matter what.

Leandro also glanced over, and when he saw this girl's extremely unattractive appearance, he couldn't help but recoil and blurt out what he was thinking.

"Miss, may I ask why you don't consider getting plastic surgery?"

It was as if an angelic figure was combined with a devilish face, a striking visual contrast that was simply unforgettable.

Amelia's lips twitched, but she didn't respond. She was infuriated to the point of rolling her eyes.

At a glance, her eye sockets were filled with white, which was somewhat horrifying.

"Old man, I'm standing up for you and helping you out, yet you don't know how to appreciate it? I see that you're poor and old, so I pity you... But you dare to speak to me like this." "Who said I haven't had plastic surgery? I've had it ten times already, alright?"

damn it!

as soon as their feet touched the stairs, they heard

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glanced at Miss Walsh and came to a conclusion-either the doctor's skills were really problematic, or Miss Walsh herself looked

chill in his heart when he heard the words "old and poor." He was shocked and angered. He had lived nearly eighty years and

can call me old, but you can't call me poor! Who said I

hands trembled as

look and saw that they were ten large gold bars! Each bar weighed at least one pound, so ten bars would be ten pounds. Based on

his hand. "Swoosh..." Water dripped from the shoes like a small stream. Even from a distance, Cheyenne could see that the water had a slightly yellowish color. It was a pool of foul-smelling

her delicate, rosy-white hand, her exquisite little face showing an intriguing expression. However, Leandro seemed oblivious to it all. He touched the

eyes revealed waves of shock. She had wanted this card for a long time, but since only two were issued per year, she had never managed to snatch one. Unexpectedly, this unremarkable old man possessed such an expensive item. It seemed he was a low-key wealthy person, unable to hide

She was envious.

gold bars and black card. Although he wasn't a neat freak, he couldn't bring himself to reach out

Forget it, you should go upstairs and

and the wrinkles

him to his room for a while, the expression on Leandro's face changed dramatically, as if the storm had suddenly

much that his eyes disappeared, showing his false teeth as he grinned, "Good, good, good.

the other hand to take the room key card and push open the door to the lobby. His face

just afraid of encountering brainless women like

he supported Leandro and slowly

of anger, and when she turned around, she noticed the young man next to

young man appeared to be in his early twenties,

completely incompatible, as if a

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